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A metaphor of self

I’m a metaphor, an oxymoronic breath
of science dressed in words.
I wield veneer (a mask) of sense
my skin a dress for wounds.
I love my life but speak of death,
and sometimes late at night
I merge with borrowed narratives
and chameleon myself as someone else.

Mama Zen wants us to write a bio in 50 words or less at toads. I loved the task and wrote this one. I have made up for my late start and have done more than 30 poems this month.
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April 28, 2016